F a l l a c y
Party HP: 3/20
Hachisuka was... tired. Unaccustomed to a form that grew weary in the heat of battle, his guard fell and the injuries that he suffered from were now severe. He was displeased with the pain and the cold trickle of blood. The entire fleshy form was displeasing. Breathing hard, he put the last of his force into his next attack, pushing himself forward and hoping to at least do enough damage to save his fellow swords and himself though deep down he felt their chance of winning had dwindled significantly.
